My Pen Mates,
It's one of fifty-two in a year, but the week after All Saints Day has always been a period I continually cherish since I moved to the Western Hemisphere. Early Fall in Northern California shows the colors without the chill; morning walks and afternoon breezes announce the changing of the seasons and one gets a sense of renewal even as the leaves fall and meadows turn brown. The period also hearkens the oncoming Holidays beginning with Columbus day.
But during the first week of this penultimate month, I still feel distant from the hustle and bustle of the Holidays and find joy in being relieved of the heat of Summer. It's as if the world is saying "you've reach the threshold of a bountiful period, take some time to reflect on how your year has gone so far, and enjoy these last few days of the year for you have worked long to deserve it". Memories of any other week may be anchored on personal or public occasions, even the Yuletide holidays bring their own set of concerns and demand attention. But on the first week of November, I feel free, like my needs are amply covered, like my world is in a happy flux. Thank God for the feeling.....
Mon
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